St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-12
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but few hourf before. He nodded to
Spies in a pleasant manner and asked
him in German how he felt. Spies
smiled good-naturedly and replied that
he felt first rate Engel heard the read
ing of the death warrant with stOlld in
difference and did not utter single
word of comment. A few minutes later,
while standing beside Spies and Fischer,
he said ''Well?'' as if to inquire their
feelings. Spies and Fischer replied by
smiling cheerily and nOdding. Before
their arms were piniOned all of the men
shook hands with Jailer FolZ and
the deputies surrounding them all
of whom they had become well acquaint-
ed with during their many months con-
finement. Parsons warrant was read
last. He seemed to have nerved HIM
self up to a great tension, and had moth
ing to say in reply. Like Engel he was
clad in full suit of black dress clothes,
even to a Prince Albert coat. He
stepped lightly from his cell when the
reading was finished, but drew back in
voluntarily at the sight of the three
gh0Stly-loOking figures bound and
Shrouded before him. Again he stepped
out, now
With a Look of Defiance.
Blind me tight" he said, land be
sure and make no mistake but the
deputy complied too we'll. Parsons had
him reach under the shroud and ease
one of the straps. That's better" he
remarked, with a smile: "noW | am
ready" Forming in double file, each
of the four anarchists side by side, with
a deputy, was now headed east and
started for the gallows. A stop at the
iron door of the cages gave the four a
chance to turn their heads in the direc-
ton of the second gallery of the jail and
bid goodbye several times to SchWab
and Fielden, receiving broken, cultural
farewell SaluteS in return. Here again
spiritual consolation was offered by
Rev. DR.. Bolton. now for the last time.
A sarcastic smile lit up the faces of all
four men, as they resumed their tread
along the corridor and turned slowly
into the dark east angle, disappearing
like ghosts up the steps of the gallOws.
The four men are placed upon the trap.
Ali are ghoStly pale. Spies hair seems
to literally stand on end. Engel,s
shoulders seem nearly to touch the top
of his head. Parsons
Sets His Teeth Firmly
together and looks calmly upon the
crowd beneath. His face is the face of
a man of iron. He had aged twenty
years since the day and hour, scarce
twelve months before, when he tripped
lightly into the court before Judge Gary
and tiippantly declared that he was
ready to be tried at once for his life.
The moment his feet touched the seat
fold Parsons seemed to completely lose
his identity and to feel that his spirit
was no longer part of his body. He had
wrought himself to an ecStacy of solemn
Standardization. Only he-the one
American-seemed to realize to the full
that he must die in manner to i'm
press, if possible. on all future gen.
erationS the thought that he was
martyr. No tTageGian that
has paced stage in America
ever had a more marvellous preSenta-
ton of a self-chOsen part, perfect in
every detail. The upward turn of his
eyes, the distant. far-away look, and
above all the attitude of apparent COM
plete resignation that every fold of the
awkward shroud only served to make
more distinct. was by far the most strik-
ing feature of the entire gallows picture.
The squat form of Engel alongside,
with stupid, wide-iawed face, made a
hideous contrast to Parsons assumption
of the halo of martyr. Fischer was
head and shoulders taller than the other
three, making his only occasional loola
of too evident bravadO more noticeable
than might otherwise be. at a sorry dis
advantage compared with the steady
GOODNESS of Spies. The latter's exhibit
ton of
Quiet, Thorough Nerve
far surpassed as a wonder the demeanol
of any of his comrades. A murmur OF
admiration for his unflinching nerve
goes through the spectators. Engel
turns round and says something inaudi
BILE to the deputy. 1t is evidently of a
jocular character, for the condemned
laughs heartily. Fischer looks at him 9
moment and then he, too, puts in a re
mark. Spies and Parsons, at either END
of the scaffold, maintain a stolid and
dignifed demeanor, but there is look
of unutterable woe upon the face of the
ex-editor, which pierceS the hearts Of
those surrounding the Scaffold. The
shrouds had already been adjusted be
fore the men left their cells. Nothing
remained but to encircle each mech
with the moose and to cover each heaC
with the cap. Jailer Folz approache:
Spies. A quick mOYement-so quick
that it can hardly be noticed-and the
rope is around his neck and being
of a muscle. The same Stolid look, the
same wOe-begone look from the eyes
F0lz moved step, and IN moment
The Throat of Fischer
was encircled by the moose. He moves
his head up and down as if it hurts him
Engel does not move as the operation i:
being performed. Parsons rivetS hi:
gaze on the ground and his features are
contracted. All four are evidently de
termined to die game. A deputy ap
proaehes Spies with the cap IN hi:
hands. The condemned man says some
thing in an undertOne: he is evidently
demonstrating. The deputy waivers fol
earnestly. The deputy looks at the
sheriff; the latter closes his eyes. 1t j:
enough. The cap is quickly drawn oYel
the face of the anarchist leader. 1t ha:
been seen for the last time in life. The
head of Engel is next covered, theT
Fischer, and Parsons last. Fischer:
head moves up and down in the direc
tion of the sheriff. who, with his hands
upon the iron railing of the gallery, j:
ready to give the signal. 1t is as though
the anarchist, as well as he can in hi;
muslin-covered head, is reckoning the
sheriff to approach him. That official
however, does not respond. There is
moment of death-like stiffness. Then
Clear and Distinct
Comes the voice of Spies, his form
straightens up, the muslin seems Il
move in harmony with his lips, LOU
silence is more powerful than speech
That is all, but there is a ring to it thai
echoes far away down the corridor. ST
lenee again for second, then in g
round, full voice, shout, ''Hurrah fol
h. tba,